I got a new helm tonight, which is on the one hand excellent. It was a great upgrade and I’d had the old hat for a really long time, and that is sad. Also, it was blue and did not match my awesome fiery robe. My helm HAD looked like this: Now, this is ridiculous. Not only do we have the delightful random sexism of the female…

Once upon a time very long ago and far away, the devs gave us shadow priests a present, and that present was mind sear. Unfortunately, they also realized that we were having too much fun following the simple rule of IS THERE >1 MOB? CAST MIND SEAR and nerfed the shit out of it for far, far, too long. And then they fixed it AND allowed us…

It has already been beaten to death in blogs far more informative and interesting than this one that order to be a progression raider I have to spend every damn minute of my free time farming the same two pieces of ancient recycled content over and over and over and over until I want to die. This is not what I am planning to talk about here,…

Like several nerds of my generation, I am a parent, and have discovered myself in the strange position of not having given up my gaming hobbies. Before I had a kid, in that nebulous time when I myself was a kid and the earth’s crust was still warm, I assumed that one day I would Grow Up and have children and naturally give up every personal hobby…

“Because I like it” doesn’t really seem like much of a response in this current age of dwindling 25s guilds. If I like it so much, why doesn’t everyone? Or, more importantly, what is it that I like about 25s so much that means I am completely disinterested in 10s? Because really, when you come down to it, 10s are easier. They just are. It is way,…

It is time here at Dragonsworn for another shameful confession: I have no idea how to decipher a combat log. No clue. This is, as you might imagine, kind of a handicap for someone who aspires to some srsbsns hardcore facemeltery. The most I have ever done with a log is click the ‘combat log’ tab, the ‘what happened to me?’ link, and laughed at how desperately…

Tonight’s beer is the very last of my Shiner Cheer, which is one of those absolutely fascinating brews that is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT between keg and bottle. I still enjoy the bottle: a tart, brownish ale that reminds me of the way cold air has that pleasant burn in your throat that means the very best part of winter. But out of a keg? Out of a keg…